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One Bear's Tale.
A short story.
Imagine being lured into a nice cozy space that smells like it's full of food. THen the next you know a gate slams down, and you can't get out. Pretty soon a bunch of loud two-legged creatures show up and you get jabbed with something real sharp. While your knocked out they take blood and hair samples, pull a tooth so they can find out how old you are ans staple tags to your ears.
When you wake up you're bumping along in the back of a noisy truck. When you're finally turned loose your yelled at and hit with something that hurts and makes a lot of noise. You can't wait to get away, but when you stop running, you have no idea where you are. And the bears in your ''new'' neighborhood aren't happy to see you.
You do your best to stay out of fights, but you can't find that much to eat, and you don't know all the local food sources. The resident bears make your life miserable. You're hungry, uncomfortable and far from home.
You hit the road, following your nose and using that built-in radar that most animals from lost house cats to parrots seem to have.
But now it's hunting season, and people wearing orange want to turn you into a rug. At one busy highway, you just miss being hit being hit by a speeding pick-up truck. You see another bear lying in the ditch on the side of the road that wasn't so lucky.
When you finally make it back home, you stop by your favorite haunts, and sure enough, the nice folks on the corner have filled up their bird feeders again. And something sure smells yummy inside that screened in porch.
You haven't been eating very well, so your real hungry. You clean out the bird feeders and and push against the door. It's unlocked; in seconds your inside, where you find a big bag of dog food that makes up for all those calories you been missing. You're half way through the feast when the owners come home.
For some reason they start screaming in fright. You run right through the screen, but next thing you know the humans in the green shirts are back, and they soon track you down.
They look at your ear tags, and shake their heads. The last thing you hear is the sound of the gun that ends your life.
A short story.
Imagine being lured into a nice cozy space that smells like it's full of food. THen the next you know a gate slams down, and you can't get out. Pretty soon a bunch of loud two-legged creatures show up and you get jabbed with something real sharp. While your knocked out they take blood and hair samples, pull a tooth so they can find out how old you are ans staple tags to your ears.
When you wake up you're bumping along in the back of a noisy truck. When you're finally turned loose your yelled at and hit with something that hurts and makes a lot of noise. You can't wait to get away, but when you stop running, you have no idea where you are. And the bears in your ''new'' neighborhood aren't happy to see you.
You do your best to stay out of fights, but you can't find that much to eat, and you don't know all the local food sources. The resident bears make your life miserable. You're hungry, uncomfortable and far from home.
You hit the road, following your nose and using that built-in radar that most animals from lost house cats to parrots seem to have.
But now it's hunting season, and people wearing orange want to turn you into a rug. At one busy highway, you just miss being hit being hit by a speeding pick-up truck. You see another bear lying in the ditch on the side of the road that wasn't so lucky.
When you finally make it back home, you stop by your favorite haunts, and sure enough, the nice folks on the corner have filled up their bird feeders again. And something sure smells yummy inside that screened in porch.
You haven't been eating very well, so your real hungry. You clean out the bird feeders and and push against the door. It's unlocked; in seconds your inside, where you find a big bag of dog food that makes up for all those calories you been missing. You're half way through the feast when the owners come home.
For some reason they start screaming in fright. You run right through the screen, but next thing you know the humans in the green shirts are back, and they soon track you down.
They look at your ear tags, and shake their heads. The last thing you hear is the sound of the gun that ends your life.
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